AFTERWARD, when they were seated together on the model-throne, they were startled by a timid little tinkling, and as they both with a sense of compunction called to Inkling to come, and he sprang up between them quivering with joy, and making frantic efforts to lick both their faces at once, their laughs and struggles made such a commotion that they did not hear the door open, admitting Martha. She half crossed the room, and then stood still, transfixed with amazement, till they drew her down between them and told her everything. * * * * * “SO you are not a princess, after all!” said Martha. “Oh, yes I am,” Sonia answered quickly. “I’m ‘The Happy Princess’--and this is my Prince!” End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Princess Sonia, by Julia Magruder